I kissed her again, swallowing the protest.
"Muwaah... Let me have you tonight, please, Kaida..." I begged, and to prove my allegiance to my princess, I dropped to my knees.
The sudden movement made Kaida stumble, her back hitting stone. The wall scraped against her bare ass, drawing a wince.
Her jeans and panties trapped her legs together at the knees. Couldn't spread them wide. Couldn't run.
Perfect.
My hands gripped her thighs—muscle beneath smooth skin. Strong from years of riding and combat. But beneath the hardness, softness yielded to my fingers.
I spread them as much as trapped fabric allowed. Just enough to expose her pussy to cool air.
"Viktor, don't—someone will see—we're right outside—ah!"
My mouth found her before she finished.
"Mm... slrp..." The taste exploded across my tongue. Clean, slightly salty, with that distinct musk that made my cock throb against my loosening towel. The warmth of her pussy versus the cold air on my face—she was burning hot, feverish.
